Self Inflicted Pain
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Science Fiction,
Detective Story
"Smoke?" the detective across the table asked, getting out his pack. Philip took one and accepted a light with an unsteady hand. The detective placed a tape recorder in the centre of the table and hit record. Without air conditioning, the air was dry and hot - the wobbling ceiling fan above them, running at full speed, only serving to enhance the illusion that they were slowly cooking in...
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